Prophet stepped away from the prison wall he'd been leaning against and to join the growing conference. Channeling so much of the Dream's power so quickly had left him winded. He'd hope for just a moment to catch his breath now that the fighting was dying down, but it seemed that wasn't to be the case. Everyone had to be tired. Many were still injured. A little fatigue wasn't going to stop him from helping.

"Allow me to help with your injured." He extended a hand towards the Heros' leader. At his silent prayer, his handed started to shine with the warm, golden light of the Dream. "I also have information you'll want to hear. Is there a Hero named Simon among you?"